Learned Compassion from Down Syndrome
I'm at lunch right now, and I just saw a somewhat "disabled," person being led in through the restaurant. It looks like her sister is helping her, taking her hand and keeping a shepherding hand on her back as they sit down.
I see it, and take it ALL in. I see the obvious care and love of the sister. I see that it's a little more difficult to get around. I see the stares of the other people in the restaurant. And I see the sister's SMILE. She's happy to be here, and happy to help her sister.
I think about the time they must've spent at therapy together. I think of the conversations the family must have had about her well-being, about how she is supposed to be cared for each day. I deeply feel all of this just with a quick look and a shared understanding.
...and I'm nearly overcome with compassion.
I want to hug them both, and let them know that I UNDERSTAND and appreciate their struggles. I want to help them in some way. I resist the urge to ask for a hug (as that's a little weird, I get it).
And, it then hits me: I haven't always possessed this kind of compassionand care. I mean, I've always been a "nice," guy. I want the best for most everyone--but I don't know that this flood of emotions over seeing this would be possible if it hadn't been for the Little Man pictured right here.
He is such a HUGE blessing! It's almost beyond my ability to express how much he has changed the heart of our entire family--and probably many more people that know him and his story.
We didn't wish for a child with Down Syndrome. We didn't know about these super powers that were granted with his entrance into the world.
We just didn't know--because if we did know, we'd want this blessing not just for us, but for every human on the planet.